There Is No Devil Sinners Duet Book 2 By Sophie Lark-pdfread

I wanted Randall dead. Now he is. He made me suffer. And he suffered in
return.
Cole plucks the flash drive out of the laptop and holds it out to me once more.
“You put your life in my hands once, the night you came to my studio. Now
I’ll bet mine. Here’s the tape. You won’t turn it in. You know this was right.”
He pushes the flash drive into my hands, forcing me to close my fingers
around it.
I could leave the house, and carry this directly to Officer Hawks.
But just as I knew Cole wouldn’t hurt me, he knows exactly what I’m going
to do.
I walk into the kitchen and drop the drive down the garbage disposal.
THE NEXT MORNING, I wake up alone in the bed.
Cole is giving me space to process what happened.
I understand now that all of this was planned out by him, probably beginning
weeks ago. All through dinner, he knew what he was about to show me. He
probably knew how I’d react. Even what I’d say.
He once told me that there are very few surprises for him. In social situations,
he always has a quick reply at the ready because he plays out the entire
conversation in a fraction of a second, already knowing what he’ll say and
what the other person will respond, back and forth a dozen times, before
either of them ever opens their mouth.
Everything is chess to him, eight moves ahead.
When his opponent plays by the rules, he almost never loses.
I throw a spark of chaos into the game.
Perhaps, so does Shaw.